Year in review - short version

 "Look at my abundance" – Karen Gibbs – RIP - August 7, 1977 (age 21)

Last family photo

As we age, many individuals, including myself, find themselves revisiting the importance of cherishing life. Life is precious, yet it is often overlooked. I have frequently used the phrase “life is precious” to prepare for significant life changes this year.

My 2023 began with the realization that my current job was detrimental to my health. The stress accumulated over the past five years has taken a significant toll on my well-being. The first 25 years were remarkable, characterized by exceptional leadership. However, now, individuals are advised to avoid the workplace. In my division, 80% (10 employees) have not been in their positions for over 18 months. Three replacements were hired for individuals who resigned after a few months, and more departures may occur soon. The organization has become toxic.

RIP my pal, Porter

In October, my physician issued a firm warning that if I wish to continue living, substantial changes are necessary. Medicine and routine blood infusions are merely temporary solutions. The passing of my father and my beloved 8-year-old Golden Retriever compounded this warning. Additionally, several younger friends, including Becky Schindler, who made my decision to retire early a necessity rather than a choice, have also passed away. I hired Becky 30 years ago and collaborated with her throughout her entire career. Tragically, she passed away in 2023 at the age of 50. I contemplated whether I should continue working to avoid financial concerns related to retirement or resign early with uncertain finances.

My financial advisor predicts that at the age of 92, I would be financially destitute if I adhered to my planned retirement lifestyle. This includes spending 35% more than my current expenses, accounting for inflation. Being financially destitute at the age of 92 is preferable to being financially affluent and dead at the age of 70. Consequently, I submitted my six-month notice in July, announcing my retirement on February 2, 2024, at the age of 61 1/2. I selected this date because I had previously expressed my desire for February 4, 2024 (2424), but that date fell on a Sunday. Therefore, I opted for Friday, February 2, which coincidentally coincides with Groundhog Day.

In August, I also resolved to refrain from cutting my hair or shaving until my retirement. I adopted a similar approach during the COVID-19 pandemic, as my son Chris aptly compared it. I am curious to hear your thoughts on this decision. My son certainly possesses a unique sense of humor.

Let me give you a quick family update, starting with Chris. Just so you know, I’ll always call him Chris, even though he insists it’s Topher! His full name is Christopher, and I really like the first half, while he’s partial to the second. It’s like a glass half full or half empty, all depending on who you ask! But hey, if you’re not sure, the glass is full, half water and half air, right? I mean, if he were to use only a portion of his real name, let's call him Stop!

Jacob Londell Williams

Chris had quite the journey for a few years. In 2022, my only grandson, Jake, passed away. He was born with some conditions that they knew would be tough, but he lived longer than they ever imagined. Sometimes, I thought Jake was Chris’s rock, giving him purpose and direction. Maybe some of my genes rubbed off on him, because we never gave up! Jake lived longer than we thought, and Chris never stopped being his dad. After Jake’s passing, Chris started a new chapter, including getting engaged. He moved to Salem, Massachusetts, with his fiancée in May 2023. Luckily, he was able to keep his job with US Back. A secure job is super important, you know? He always loved Massachusetts and lighthouses. It was good for him to leave Fargo, where so much of his life revolved around Jake. We try to stay in touch when we can. I call Chris my “Cats in the Cradle” child. If you know the song, you’ll get what I mean.

Jordan and Kira, who live in Cary, North Carolina, with their adorable Australian Shepherd, LuLu, are doing well! Kira’s holding a neighbor’s kid in the photo—not hers! They thought I needed a granddog, so I felt like I had a reason to visit. Plus, I love taking care of LuLu. They both had to travel for work. Kira’s on the road at least once every two months, but Jordan’s been traveling more since COVID-19 stopped travel. Now, it’s all international, mainly Germany, Korea, Australia, and New Zealand.

Jordan’s a big fan of biking! He rode over 13,000 miles in 2022. In March 2023, he had a really bad bicycle accident. His right shoulder was shattered, and he had bone fragments close to blood vessels that could have been fatal. After lots of surgeries and rehab, he got back to all his movements and activities in October. He started biking again, so running isn’t half of his workouts anymore.

As Shelley and I get ready to retire (she’s retiring in May 2025), she has decided to replace the house’s windows, siding, and roof. This will save us money during retirement.  

Shelley remains occupied with her seven grandchildren, ranging in age from six months to eight years old. Three reside in Fayetteville, Arkansas, while the remaining four reside in Brentwood, Tennessee. Despite our shared residence, we often find ourselves separated for extended periods. To facilitate this, Shelley has adopted a remote work arrangement, commuting to one of the locations every six weeks. I eagerly anticipate retirement and the prospect of embarking on these joint excursions.

During the Christmas season, Shelley was in Tennessee, leaving me to occupy the house in solitude. While this may appear somber, I found solace in the tranquility and introspection it afforded me. The commencement of my new chapter in life is scheduled for February 2, 2024. May this transition be both fulfilling and enduring.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

Great trail ideas for biking in retirement

Since I stopped running, biking has become my most significant activity. I’ve always dreamed of long, casual rides without time limits, where I can enjoy life and the beauty around me.

I researched trains, and Larry Lee, who retired about 7 years ago, shared some great trails he’s found. Here are a few that intrigue me:

Multiple Day Trails

The Great Allegheny Passage, commencing in Cumberland, Maryland, and concluding in Downtown Pittsburgh, presents a remarkable 150-mile nonmotorized trail. This scenic route traverses valleys, meanders through mountains, and skirts the banks of several rivers on a nearly level, crushed-limestone surface. By following ancient footpaths and railroad corridors through the wilderness, hikers gain insights into the nation’s westward expansion and industrial prowess. When combined with the connecting C&O Canal Towpath, the Great Allegheny Passage facilitates extended trail travel between Pittsburgh and Washington, D.C.

Silver Comet Trail and Chief Ladiga Trail: The Silver Comet Trail, stretching 62 miles from Smyrna, Georgia, to the Alabama state line, offers a captivating adventure. It seamlessly connects to the Chief Ladiga Trail, traversing 33 miles of picturesque Alabama countryside. Together, these trails create a nearly 100-mile trail that promises an unforgettable experience.

The Paul Bunyan State Trail is 115 miles long and has short on-road connections through Baxter and Bemidji. It is the longest of Minnesota's state trails and the longest continuously paved rail trail in the country. 

The Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes is a remarkable 73-mile asphalt trail that traverses the Idaho panhandle between Mullan and Plummer. Its creation was the result of a unique partnership between the Coeur d’Alene Tribe, Union Pacific Railroad, the United States Government, and the State of Idaho. The trail meanders through the historic Silver Valley, along the Coeur d’Alene River, past scenic Lake Coeur d’Alene, and through rolling farmlands to Plummer. Twenty developed trailheads provide entry points, and there are twenty scenic waysides along the route with tables for picnics or brief rest.

George S. Mickelson Trail—This is a 108-mile trail through South Dakota. The map has varied elevations and many great sites to enjoy! There are four tunnels (between Hill City and Rochford), 35 interpretative signs (great lessons in history), and more than 100 bridges.

The Katy State Trail is a 237-mile trail stretching across most of Missouri. Over half the Trail's length follows Lewis and Clark's path up the Missouri River, where you can ride beneath towering river bluffs while eagles circle overhead. After leaving the river, the Trail meanders through peaceful farmland and small-town America.

Wabash Trace Nature Trail — This trail is a converted railroad right-of-way running 63 miles through the scenic Southwest Iowa countryside.  It has 72 bridges.  It is close to home because it is in Iowa.

Singe Day Trails

The Provo River Parkway trail is a 15.2-mile point-to-point trail near Provo, Utah. Generally considered a moderately challenging route with about 800 feet of climb.

The Grand Teton National Park Trail - This 7.8-mile point-to-point Trail near Moose, Wyoming, is generally considered an accessible route.  My son did this segment when he rode from Canada to Denver, and I drove as. a crew member.  It was spectacular!

The River Mountains Trail - The River Mountains Trail is approximately 34 miles long and surrounds the River Mountains, connecting Lake Mead National Recreation Area, Hoover Dam, Henderson, Boulder City, and the rest of the Las Vegas Valley.

The Heartland State Trail could be a multiple-day ride for an out-and-back!  It was one of the first rail-to-trail projects in the country. It is a 49-mile multiple-use trail between Park Rapids and Cass Lake. The Trail is located entirely on a level abandoned railroad grade, except for a four-mile segment north of Walker on sharply rolling terrain for snowmobilers.

Banks-Vernonia State Trail, the inaugural “rails-to-trails” trail in Oregon, traverses an abandoned railroad bed spanning 21 miles between Banks and Vernonia. The trail boasts notable features such as 13 bridges and panoramic vistas from the 733-foot-long, 80-foot-high Buxton Trestle, accessible to hikers and cyclists alike. A ground-level equestrian bypass gracefully crosses Mendenhall Creek. The trail’s southern terminus commences in Banks, a town of 1,900 nestled amidst agricultural operations. As it progresses northward, the trail meanders through farming lands and riparian areas before reaching the densely forested foothills of the Coast Range. The trail concludes in Vernonia, a town of 2,200 surrounded by private timberland and small farms.

Hugh S. Branyon Trail—The 28-mile path in Gulf State Park takes riders through nine different ecosystems, including coastal dunes, freshwater lakes, marshes, and maritime forests peppered with longleaf pines, palmettos, and moody oaks dripping in Spanish moss. The path crosses boardwalk bridges to a white sand beach and passes Lefty, the resident alligator's usual hangout, and the nests of two mating pairs of bald eagles.

I am not looking for mountain bike trails; rails to trails are my favorite.  Do you have any suggestions?

All you quiet dreamers, carry on!

Comments from my original blog - I merged the blogs.

Anonymous - Look up the Withlacoochee State Trail in Florida. 46 miles. I jog on it frequently. Send me a note if you ever get down. My blog is called How Far to the Barn. 

The Great Allegheny Passage, commencing in Cumberland, Maryland, and concluding in Downtown Pittsburgh, presents a remarkable 150-mile nonmotorized trail. This scenic route traverses valleys, meanders through mountains, and skirts the banks of several rivers on a nearly level, crushed-limestone surface. By following ancient footpaths and railroad corridors through the wilderness, hikers gain insights into the nation’s westward expansion and industrial prowess. When combined with the connecting C&O Canal Towpath, the Great Allegheny Passage facilitates extended trail travel between Pittsburgh and Washington, D.C.

Silver Comet Trail and Chief Ladiga Trail: The Silver Comet Trail, stretching 62 miles from Smyrna, Georgia, to the Alabama state line, offers a captivating adventure. It seamlessly connects to the Chief Ladiga Trail, traversing 33 miles of picturesque Alabama countryside. Together, these trails create a nearly 100-mile trail that promises an unforgettable experience.

The Paul Bunyan State Trail is 115 miles long and has short on-road connections through Baxter and Bemidji. It is the longest of Minnesota's state trails and the longest continuously paved rail trail in the country. 

The Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes is a remarkable 73-mile asphalt trail that traverses the Idaho panhandle between Mullan and Plummer. Its creation was the result of a unique partnership between the Coeur d’Alene Tribe, Union Pacific Railroad, the United States Government, and the State of Idaho. The trail meanders through the historic Silver Valley, along the Coeur d’Alene River, past scenic Lake Coeur d’Alene, and through rolling farmlands to Plummer. Twenty developed trailheads provide entry points, and there are twenty scenic waysides along the route with tables for picnics or brief rest.

George S. Mickelson Trail—This is a 108-mile trail through South Dakota. The map has varied elevations and many great sites to enjoy! There are four tunnels (between Hill City and Rochford), 35 interpretative signs (great lessons in history), and more than 100 bridges.

The Katy State Trail is a 237-mile trail stretching across most of Missouri. Over half the Trail's length follows Lewis and Clark's path up the Missouri River, where you can ride beneath towering river bluffs while eagles circle overhead. After leaving the river, the Trail meanders through peaceful farmland and small-town America.

Wabash Trace Nature Trail — This trail is a converted railroad right-of-way running 63 miles through the scenic Southwest Iowa countryside.  It has 72 bridges.  It is close to home, being in Iowa.

Singe Day Trails

The Provo River Parkway trail is a 15.2-mile point-to-point trail near Provo, Utah. Generally considered a moderately challenging route with about 800 feet of climb.

The Grand Teton National Park Trail - This 7.8-mile point-to-point Trail near Moose, Wyoming, is generally considered an accessible route.  My son did this segment when he rode from Canada to Denver, and I drove as. a crew member.  It was spectacular!

The River Mountains Trail - The River Mountains Trail is approximately 34 miles long and surrounds the River Mountains, connecting Lake Mead National Recreation Area, Hoover Dam, Henderson, Boulder City, and the rest of the Las Vegas Valley.

The Heartland State Trail could be a multiple-day ride for an out-and-back!  It was one of the first rail-to-trail projects in the country. It is a 49-mile multiple-use trail between Park Rapids and Cass Lake. The Trail is located entirely on a level abandoned railroad grade, except for a four-mile segment north of Walker on sharply rolling terrain for snowmobilers.

Banks-Vernonia State Trail, the inaugural “rails-to-trails” trail in Oregon, traverses an abandoned railroad bed spanning 21 miles between Banks and Vernonia. The trail boasts notable features such as 13 bridges and panoramic vistas from the 733-foot-long, 80-foot-high Buxton Trestle, accessible to hikers and cyclists alike. A ground-level equestrian bypass gracefully crosses Mendenhall Creek. The trail’s southern terminus commences in Banks, a town of 1,900 nestled amidst agricultural operations. As it progresses northward, the trail meanders through farming lands and riparian areas before reaching the densely forested foothills of the Coast Range. The trail concludes in Vernonia, a town of 2,200 surrounded by private timberland and small farms.

Hugh S. Branyon Trail—The 28-mile path in Gulf State Park takes riders through nine different ecosystems, including coastal dunes, freshwater lakes, marshes, and maritime forests peppered with longleaf pines, palmettos, and moody oaks dripping in Spanish moss. The path crosses boardwalk bridges to a white sand beach and passes Lefty, the resident alligator's usual hangout, and the nests of two mating pairs of bald eagles.

I am not looking for mountain bike trails; rails to trails are my favorite.  Do you have any suggestions?

All you quiet dreamers, carry on!

Comments from my original blog - I merged the blogs.

Anonymous - Look up the Withlacoochee State Trail in Florida. 46 miles. I jog on it frequently. Send me a note if you ever get down. My blog is called How Far to the Barn. Tuesday, December 19, 2023 at 12:48:27 PM CST

Tuesday, December 19, 2023 at 12:48:27 PM CST

52 days

As I think about the next stage in my life, I admit there are some fears. 

I am apprehensive about the unknown. While the future is inherently uncertain, what concrete knowledge do I possess regarding retirement beyond its inevitable conclusion? Fear can instigate negative thoughts, such as “I will be unemployed, insignificant, and fade away.” However, I am confident that such sentiments will not characterize my retirement. Instead, it will be a period of enjoyment and fulfillment, free from the overwhelming stress of the toxic work environment I have endured for approximately five years. This will herald a new and promising future.

As young individuals contemplate their future, they often envision their aspirations. However, it is essential to recognize that the pursuit of dreams can lead to transformative changes. While change may evoke apprehension, it is an inevitable aspect of life. Consequently, it is more productive to focus on the potential outcomes rather than dwelling on the worst-case scenarios.

Over the past year, I have dedicated myself to introspection, exploring my aspirations, and identifying activities that resonate with my interests. This process has challenged my ingrained mindset, which has traditionally associated happiness with a specific stage of life. While it is true that life rarely unfolds as planned, particularly in certain aspects, the significance of the plan itself cannot be overstated.

I have consciously shifted my perspective from the binary concepts of “right” and “wrong.” The notion of “right” implies a singular solution, while everything else is deemed “wrong.” Instead, I now categorize things as “good” or “better” rather than adhering to the rigid dichotomy of “right.” This paradigm shift should foster a sense of joy when circumstances align with my expectations, rather than fostering regret for perceived imperfections.

Transitioning from full-time employment represents a significant mental shift, akin to embarking on a new educational journey, entering a new romantic relationship, becoming a parent, or commencing a new career. I have experienced this transition before, and it always elicited a sense of apprehension. However, I must acknowledge that it also presents an opportunity for personal reinvention.

I harbor apprehension about my limited knowledge in this complex subject matter and fear exposing my perceived ignorance. While these are natural emotions, I strive to convince myself that they are unnecessary. The apprehension stems from the potential loss of financial stability and the uncertainty associated with investment returns. Nevertheless, this decision is ultimately mine to make. I am adequately prepared for this step, as I am now 52 days away from the realization of my plan. Here is a photograph of me symbolically passing the baton to my successor, ensuring a seamless transition.

All you quiet dreamers, carry on!

North Carolina Thanksgiving

Shelley and I took different Thanksgiving paths this year. She visited her aging father in Lincoln, NE, while I visited my son in North Carolina. They love watching Husker football, but this year’s team has been challenging.

I arrived in NC on Tuesday morning. The rainy/misty weather made biking impossible. After the airport, we went grocery shopping and planned Thursday’s feast. This year, we’ll have at least four more guests, bringing the total to 14-16 adults and a child. My son’s neighbor hosted, so we brought a dish to share. It was a feast.

I made a Tater Tot hot dish, which was my favorite!  The recipe was simple.  Information at https://www.spendwithpennies.com/easy-tater-tot-hotdish/

I went on bike rides over the past three days: 27.55 miles on Wednesday, 20.16 miles on Thursday, and a shorter 13.32 miles today. I could feel it in my legs, but since I am on vacation, I get plenty of rest—although I am not sleeping well!

While I was here, I also took some pictures of my son, Kira, and the dog, LuLu. They are below.  

We're still three days away. Then, I'll be home to the siding contractor, who will be causing some disruption for about a week.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

An upsetting event

In my previous post, I had mentioned that I had decided to retire at the age of 61 due to the premature passing of several friends. On November 1, 2023, I was deeply saddened to learn of the passing of another dear coworker, Rebecca “Becky” Schindler (Robertson), at the age of 50.

Our paths crossed in 1996 when Becky was still a college student. We hired her as an intern, and I had the pleasure of working with her extensively during that summer. Becky possessed exceptional talent and dedication. Upon her graduation, we offered her a full-time position, and she remained with us throughout her career. Becky’s unwavering commitment to her family was truly admirable. She consistently demonstrated a strong work ethic and stayed with the same employer for her entire professional career. Her impact on me and many others has been profoundly positive.

Becky and I developed a close friendship and became excellent colleagues. I witnessed her personal growth, including her marriage and the birth of two wonderful children. Last year, I had the honor of attending her first child’s high school graduation. Regrettably, her second child will not be able to experience this milestone with her mother. This situation is profoundly sad. While I strive to find the positive aspects in this challenging world, it is becoming increasingly complex.

Becky was profoundly religious and a staunch conservative. Despite our differing political views, we engaged in meaningful conversations that often elicited strong reactions from both of us. However, she was a remarkable friend, even amidst our disagreements. We respected each other and cared for one another. I will deeply miss her. It is rare to encounter individuals who possess such a profound sense of mutual respect in our conversations. When we find ourselves on opposite sides of the political spectrum, it is disheartening to witness the prevalence of hatred.

It is crucial to recognize that our time on earth is finite. Therefore, we should embrace each day as if it were our last while simultaneously planning for the future, the following year, the next decade, and beyond.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

No more triple digits

In fact, it is quite close. I am under 100 days before my retirement (60 actual workdays). Additionally, I have learned that my last 33 workdays will be remote, working from home as the workspace undergoes reconstruction. Employees will report on February 5, 2024, and I will retire on February 2, 2024. While it is a refreshing thought, it also brings a sense of apprehension. I have diligently managed my finances and have limited concerns about money. However, as many of you have mentioned, transitioning from a cash-based system to solely spending money can be challenging.

I decided to retire a few months before 62 due to experiences over the past decade. In addition to the past three years of a toxic workplace and stress, my supervisor refused to retire early for six more years. He retired at 67 and died at 70. Another coworker retired at 65 and died at 68. Another held out until 67 and died the day he retired. Another stuck it out to 68 and died at 73. Recently, a dear colleague I’ve known for 28 years is in hospice at 51. Retirees are healthier and happier, and I’m already feeling less stressed knowing my high-stress workdays are over.

Following my divorce nearly 25 years ago, achieving financial stability proved to be a protracted endeavor. To secure my retirement savings, I undertook additional employment opportunities and adopted a highly frugal lifestyle. While numerous acquaintances indulged in vacations, acquired more luxurious automobiles, and resided in larger homes, I diligently saved.

Upon my son’s enrollment in college in 2007, I intensified my efforts by working 65 to 70 hours per week between two jobs to augment my retirement savings. Even in the present day, I continue to work 50 to 55 hours per week to maximize my savings potential.

My long-term plan is to start receiving Social Security benefits or my pension before I reach the age of 65. However, I may consider delaying this decision, contingent upon the prevailing economic conditions. I have meticulously planned to maintain a substantial cash reserve to sustain myself for at least the initial two years of retirement, which will extend my lifespan to approximately 64 years. At that juncture, I plan to rely solely on my 401(k) retirement account.

I plan to delay accessing my Roth IRA until after 70. In 2025, I expect to have a substantial healthcare savings account that will cover most of my medical expenses, including lifelong insurance. Many people worry about medical costs in retirement.

Based on my spending plan, including travel money, I could be broke at 92. At that time, only my pension and social security would be left. I prefer to be broke at 92 than die rich in my 70s. That still isn’t broke; it just means I have no more retirement savings. That’s based on an average 4% inflation and an average 6% return, which is bad.

I retired on February 2. It seemed fitting that it wouldn’t matter if the groundhog didn’t see its shadow. I’d no longer be in a toxic workplace that shortened my life. If we have more winter, I can read, play guitar, walk, or take pictures. If the winter is short, I can ride my bike without a schedule. I can do many other things on my schedule with little stress!

Looking forward to that time in my life! The new adventure.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

Head home tomorrow

Today, we planned to take the Washington Island Ferry to the island, spend the day sightseeing, and bike the island.  We were up and ready to go by 8:00 AM.  We had planned to have breakfast at Al Johnson's Swedish Restaurant & Butik as earlier in the trip, we did not make it before they closed for the day.

Upon our arrival at 8:30 AM, the establishment was nearly complete. We secured a table, and shortly thereafter, a waiting list had formed on a Monday. Both of us ordered the special Swedish pancakes with lingonberry sauce, eggs, and bacon or ham. As we observed the staff, we were astounded by the restaurant’s exceptional efficiency. There were approximately five to six bus person staff members strategically positioned in the center of the seating area. Remarkably, our water glass never reached half its capacity; the staff promptly refilled it. Upon the completion of a table’s service, it was meticulously cleaned and prepared for the next customer within a minute, effortlessly. Subsequently, the next customer was seated within the same minute. The restaurant demonstrated unparalleled efficiency. 

Our hot food arrived in less than five minutes. The pancakes were the best I’ve ever had. The ham and eggs were usual. I’ll long for this meal. On the way to the ferry, we drove on curved roads at 40 MPH, which made Shelley queasy.

We arrived at the ferry at 9:29 AM and got the last spot. We arrived on the island by 10:00 AM and drove for 30 minutes before finding a place to stop and bike. It was a great place to ride. We biked 20 miles in under two hours. There are many great places to see. We were about a week ahead of schedule for color. When the trees are in full color, it would be unbeatable. See the route below.

After the ride, we went to Washington Island Stavkirke.  This is a building that is preserved by the Lutheran Congregation.  A real beauty that you should see in person!

Shelley wanted Apple Pie, so we made a stop at the Cherry Hut.  We picked up small cherry and cherry almond pies to take home. Since it was a tiring day, we returned to the lodges for the evening.  It was a relatively uneventful night.  The deck next to us had a man who sat and smoked a Cigar, so we couldn't enjoy the deck or have the windows open.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

Hiking and cherry products

We were up and ready to go by 9:00 a.m.  The plan was to hike for the day.  Our first stop was Potawatomi State Park on the shore of Sturgeon Bay.  The Ice Age Trail goes through the park.  We did a two-mile hike on the Ice Age trail at the top of the park, then proceeded to do the Hemlock Trial on the lower area along the shore.  While they were not difficult heights, you needed to look down more to avoid tripping.

After Potawatomi, we headed to Whitefish Dunes State Park.  We stopped at Grandma Tommy's Country Store, where we purchased some local goods.  We consumed the Cheeey Caramel first; wow, was it good!.

We walked the pristine beach with the finest sand we’ve ever seen. We hiked the partially coastal Barachiopod trail, which has educational markers. There’s an app for the tour, but our limited service prevented us from downloading the information. I’ll download it if we return.

We were both hungry, and I was sad to learn that Shelley skipped breakfast. I had a protein shake with Enso Super Greens, Vitamin C, Chia seeds, Ashwagandha, L-glutamine, and turmeric. She had a Blueberry Cliff Bar. We planned to go to Bailey Harbor and the Harbor Fish Market & Grill, but they only serve food at 4:30 p.m., and it was already 3:10 p.m. We went to Fish Creek for lunch, but most places were closed. We went to Egg Harbor and stopped at Wood Orchard Market to buy more groceries. 

Upon arrival at Egg Harbor, we discovered many restaurants closed, possibly due to the Packers game or the off-season. We found a place called the Log Den and ordered  the lunch menu, which was exactly what we wanted. However, upon arrival, it was the dinner menu that was much more expensive. This reminded us of the New York restaurants with no prices, where asking for the price implied that one couldn’t afford to eat there. Despite our hunger, we opted for the salad and soup bar, which cost $18.99.

The waiter was abrupt and rude, making the experience unpleasant. The impression I left was not of the outstanding soup or the building architecture, but rather the poor service.

We arrived exhausted and spent the night resting at the resort. Tomorrow, we plan to visit Washington Island. 

Carry on my friends, carry on!

First full day

We awoke to a crisp breeze off the bay in Green Bay, Door County. Shelley didn’t sleep well, so we evaluated the day. Our first stop was the Sturgeon Bay Farmers Market, a typical small-town market with mostly crafts. We also visited a brewery with a sign I had to take a picture of. Shelley found a soap vendor with eight bars and accessories she had knitted or crocheted. The friendly and unique people made the experience enjoyable.

We had breakfast at Scaturos Baking and Gifts, a charming old family-owned restaurant. The staff was great, attentive to everyone’s needs. I had biscuits and gravy, while Shelley had cinnamon pancakes, eggs, and sausage. The biscuits and gravy were average, but the cinnamon pancakes were so good that syrup was unnecessary. If we were in the area and needed a place to eat, we’d return to Scaturos, but not as frequently as we would for the Delta Diner in Delta, Wisconsin. If you’re near Delta, try it out!

After breakfast, Shelley’s stomach was upset, so we rested at the lodge. At 12:30 p.m., we loaded our bikes and headed to Peninsula Park for a bike ride. Friends advised parking outside and riding in, as there was no fee. Surprised by the increased temperature and clear sky, we started on the Sunset Trail, a supposedly flat limestone trail. Despite being on the right trail, the road bikes were unenjoyable due to the roots and rocks. We rode about 5 miles on the trails and 6 miles on the road. We enjoyed the views and the trip, even with my tripping. Leaving, I noticed the park’s recommendation: “Ride the roads.” We did both.

Eagle Bluff Lighthouse in Peninsula Park

Nicolet Bay Beach - Peninsula Park

Nicolet Bay Beach - Peninsula Park

After loading the bikes, we headed to Sister Bay to eat at Al Johnson's Swedish Restaurant & Butik, known for its goats on the roof. On the way, we passed through Ephraim, Wisconsin, a charming small town with a peaceful waterfront.

Ephraim, Wisconsin waterfront

Al Johnson’s closes at 3:00 PM, serving only alcohol and a limited menu afterward. We returned to Ephraim to Wilson’s Restaurant and Ice Cream, a 117-year-old establishment. Shelley had a Vegi Wrap, and I had a Chili Dog. Both meals were satisfactory. We sat outside under the canopy. I’d stop for a meal here if in the area, but not drive out of the way. After dinner, we took half home to save room for ice cream. I tried the Deep Dish Apple Pie and Coconut Joy, while Shelley had the Blueberry Crunch. The ice cream was exceptional, and I’d return.

Wilson's in Ephraim

As the day grew late, we headed to Baily’s Harbor. Unlike the towns on Door County’s west side, it lacked allure. Would we visit unless there was a specific event? No. On our return, we stumbled upon an abandoned house with character. We photographed it, though I don’t recall the exact location.

We headed back to the lodge to relax with the sunset and take pictures. The results were mixed.

We watched the Hogs lose a close game, but were thrilled to see Northwestern beat Minnesota! After showering off our sweat, we were ready for a solid sleep to prepare for tomorrow’s hiking.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

It took seven years

Before Shelley and I went on another solo vacation, I couldn’t enjoy time away knowing Porter, our recently passed Golden Retriever, was home alone. While I miss Porter, I can enjoy being away.

Porter as a young puppy

Porter's photo before he passed

Our trip was to Door County. We left on Friday, September 22, at 9:00 AM. Driving through Wisconsin, of course, we had so many cheese producers who attempted to lure us to the shops. We stopped at Marieke Goude in Thorp, Wisconsin, for a rest and to buy some cheese. It was a good stop, but not a destination.

https://www.mariekegouda.com/

We arrived in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, just before 3:00 PM. We checked into Westwood Shores for four nights. As the drive was long, we visited Egg Harbor and Fish Creek to plan our next few days. We had planned to eat at White Gull Inn in Fish Creek, but it was full.

We decided to have dinner at  Casey's BBQ and Smokehouse.   They had outdoor seating with views of the bay. The food was average, but the service was great. The view made it a relaxing dinner.

https://caseysbbqandsmokehouse.com/

One of the highlights of Casey’s was a root beer and ice cream shop next door. We enjoyed the  Cedar Crest Ice Cream they served. We opted out of the popcorn and root beer. While the ice cream was average, the double scoop was delightful.

We returned to the lodge after dark. Shelley needed an allergy spray at CVS. Exhausted, we called it a night. Tomorrow’s activities include a farmers' market and biking. More activities are likely throughout the day.

Carry on my friends, carry on!

RIP my dear pal, Porter

I have never been an avid dog enthusiast. While I do not harbor animosity towards dogs, my aversion primarily stems from my childhood experience with a dog. This canine companion provided me with a sense of security and optimism, offering protection and companionship. However, when I was approximately eleven years old, my beloved dog passed away, marking the first instance of profound emotional pain I had ever experienced. Consequently, I refrained from seeking a dog for the remainder of my youth, as I was acutely aware of the likelihood of their premature demise, a sentiment that I found deeply distressing.

My father, on the other hand, had a profound affection for dogs. Upon the passing of a canine companion, he promptly replaced it with a new pet. One fateful day, I inadvertently let my father’s dogs out of the house to relieve themselves, resulting in one of them escaping. Despite my efforts to locate them, I was compelled to return to my sophomore year at North Dakota State University. Upon returning home, my father discovered the note I had left, which informed him that I was no longer permitted to return to the house. He subsequently found the dog that evening, but our relationship soured. His anger was palpable, and I realized that he held a greater affection for his dogs than for his children or wife. While I had previously entertained this notion, this incident provided concrete evidence to support it. The emotional turmoil I experienced was profound, as it juxtaposed the love I had once felt for a dog with the pain that this love had replaced the love I had for my father’s children.

Later that week, my sister informed my father that she was engaged to an African American man. He essentially instructed her to leave and never return. The relationship was deeply strained. I informed my mother that I intended to give her away at the wedding, and my father told her that I was no longer his son and that she should never speak to me again. That is another story—we talked about it five years later.

Returning to dogs, I have always been responsible for their care. Unlike the cats on the farm, I always felt that dogs were unfortunate animals that were not typically self-sufficient. Consequently, my heart and soul always went into parenting mode when it came to dogs. There is a need to care for those in need and demonstrate kindness, but never develop an attachment. This was the same for my girlfriend of nearly two decades. When we met, we had the older dog, Annie (a Golden Retriever), and Jackson (another Golden Retriever) for a while. Jackson was young when I met him. I developed an attachment, but not close enough to experience pain.

Therefore, my attachment to a pet was still considered neutral in my mind. Recently, however, my heart has recognized that this has changed.

Within months of Jackson’s passing (Fall 2014), Shelley introduced Porter to the family (April 2015). Porter was a male Golden Retriever. She believed that Porter would be her last dog, as she anticipated that he would be approximately 67 years old when he passed away (assuming he was 12-13 years old). Porter was a well-behaved puppy who was particularly drawn to me.

Porter became a cherished companion in my life. He possessed an uncanny ability to recognize my scent, and whenever I was a block away riding my bicycle home, he would eagerly leap into the air to greet me. I would take him on rides with my bicycle, and he would obediently follow my commands to stop, start, turn left, and turn right as we leisurely traversed the neighborhood at speeds exceeding 10 miles per hour.

On most nights, Porter preferred to sleep near me. When I was unwell, he remained near me. When I left to visit my son, Shelley would send me photographs, and it was evident that he was experiencing a state of depression. Upon my return, he would always greet me with an exuberant display of affection that surpassed anything I had witnessed before. Porter was, indeed, an exceptional friend and a source of immense comfort to me.

Approximately four weeks ago, Porter was gravely ill. He was afflicted with tumors and growths that were deemed inoperable, and his health was deteriorating rapidly. We were faced with the difficult decision to end his life at the age of eight and a half years, as this would constitute a whole life for Porter. I was overcome with devastation and a profound sense of loss, as I was losing a significant part of myself. It was a deeply painful experience.

Although I still harbor resentment towards my father, I believe I have gained a deeper understanding of his profound love for his dogs. My father passed away in May, and that is a topic for a separate entry on a later date. We were unable to reconcile our past, and it is unlikely that we will ever achieve that.

This period has been particularly challenging for me. When I am experiencing moments of depression, I find solace in writing lyrics to express my anguish. I have accumulated over fifty stones, primarily composed of sad emotions, as I find that I am most effective in conveying my pain through writing. Here is a song that I composed titled “When Dogs Die, Do They Go to Heaven”:

The sun sets another golden day

Memories linger every waking day

We were close; my faithful friend

Never wanting the bond to end

With tear-filled eyes, I said goodbye.

Underneath the painted twilight sky

Your tail wagged one last time, so gentle and kind

Leaving paw prints forever on my mind

When dogs die, do they go to heaven

Do they run free where angels play

Chasing dreams in fields of clover

Left me with pain when their life is over

With the quiet night, I feel his soul

Empty house feeling you’ll never know

His spirit lives great deep in my heart

You were the perfect mate right from the start

I see your eyes in the morning dew

A sign from above, a bond so true

Heaven gained another angel of the night

Guide me with your eternal light

When dogs die, do they go to heaven

Do they run free where angels play

Chasing dreams in fields of clover

Left me with pain when their life is over

RIP Porter.  RIP, my dear friend!

Carry on my friends, carry on!